Chapter 4:The Coming of Annie

The Coming of Annie

Although Celia was his captive, Max still had to attend to the business of other women who sought to become part of his establishment. He was seldom attracted to any of these women anymore, not like he was attracted to Celia. His unnatural attraction to Celia consumed him. He knew he was being unreasonable when it came to Celia, but he couldn't help himself.

Max stood in front of Annie's slender body. He could see she was very young, possibly younger than she had admitted. She had told Lucy she was seventeen years old, but Max wondered if she was a day over fifteen. "Lucy told you the rules I presume," Max said coldly.

Annie looked down nervously, "Yes sir."

Max reached up and ran his fingers lightly through her thick brown hair, his eyes admiring her face. There was no doubt in his mind her looks would be an asset, which wasn't always the case with new girls. "The rules are strict," Max said, taking a cigar from his breast pocket and lighting it. He continued to look into her face as he puffed on his cigar, placing it between his teeth as he extended his thick arms, resting his hands on either side of Annie's thin shoulders.

Annie shuddered, closing her eyes briefly. Most people, even in passing, couldn't help but shudder with uneasiness in Max's presence. But this was where Annie wanted to be. She knew she would faint from hunger and fatigue if she were forced to live on the streets of Cheyenne even one more day.

Max's hands gently but firmly caressed the top of her shoulders and down along the sides of her torso, pausing briefly to cup each of her round firm breasts. She was still wearing her clothes and he could feel her tremble beneath his touch. He continued to puff on his cigar as his hands traced the outline of her thin curved waist, stopping to rest on her hips as he used his fingers to expertly gather up her dress around her waist, exposing her thin threadbare pantaloons beneath.

She felt a tear fall from the corner of her eye betraying her fear and willed herself not to resist him as he untied her pantaloons. She shuddered as the cool air hit her bare flesh and her pantaloons dropped to the floor in a heap, leaving her bottom naked and exposed. Max grasped her round firm buttocks, one in each hand, kneading them roughly. She willed herself to stand quiet and still, but a small moan escaped from her mouth as she felt his thick fingers slide down the crack of her bottom, pausing intently and pushing roughly against the opening of her ass.

Somehow standing before him and feeling his hands on her body over her clothes had evoked a wet response between her legs, despite her fear and nervousness. Max continued his exploration of her lower region by parting the lips of her pussy with his fingers. She knew she was in the presence of a man familiar with female anatomy. Max was pleased by her wetness and glad she had not lied to him about her virginity. He could tell she had been penetrated by a man before. His fingers pushed on her clit as he probed the opening of her pussy and he couldn't help but smile slightly as another moan escaped from her when he continued to touch her.

Max slowly withdrew his hand temporarily, letting her skirt drop down over her naked lower half. He removed the cigar from his mouth and puffed with pleasure. "I don't allow any deviation from the rules," His voice sent chills through her. "I intend to demonstrate what punishment will be like, should you fail to obey me," He blew a cloud of smoke into the air and watched her expression.

Annie swallowed. She knew what it meant for him to demonstrate. Lucy had warned her that Max was likely to strap her and it hadn't bothered Annie when she first heard about it, she had been strapped plenty of times growing up, but now that she was in Max's presence, she sensed this was not going to be an easy strapping to endure. It made her uneasy and she began to tremble fiercely. "Yes sir," she said quietly. Part of her wanted to sob and curl up into a little ball on the floor, but she willed herself to stand firm and endure what was coming.

"Take off your clothes," Max said puffing away on his cigar.

Annie's eyes filled with tears and she tried not to think about what her life had come to. She quickly took off her tattered dress and stood before him in her chemise, her pantaloons still in a heap on the floor at her feet. She was not wearing a corset, so she quickly discarded her chemise, and stood before him stark naked. Instinctively she covered her breasts with one arm and the front of her pussy with her other. Max knew from experience she would get over her modesty soon enough, so he decided not to reprimand her for it. In an odd way, Max found her modesty somewhat endearing and refreshing.

Max moved forward once again and rubbed his hands over every inch of her naked body, taking his time feeling her hard nipples and supple breasts. He was pleased when he reached once again between her legs to discover she was still wet. "Before I let you have any customers, I will train you a bit myself first," he stated. "Don't be afraid, I take good care of my girls as long as they obey me." He stubbed out his cigar on the old worn plate lying atop his desk.

He was wearing a thick brown leather belt, which he quickly unbuckled and remove from around his waist. "If you're a good girl Annie, I won't ever have to do this again." He said in a matter of fact tone. "But I want to make sure you understand the penalty for disobedience," He doubled over the belt and snapped it taut. "Bend over the desk and place your chest flat on the desk with your hands flat out in front of you," Max instructed.

Annie bent over as instructed, she had never been strapped by anyone who wasn't related to her, and she had never been strapped while naked.

"No wiggling or moving," Max said firmly. "If you move or resist, I'll make you sorry."